I Was Never Part of Their Story

I marry the same man seven times, and he divorces me seven times for the same woman. He does this so he can go on vacation with his first love as a supposedly single man while also protecting her from being the subject of scandalous gossip. The first time we divorce, I attempt to take my own life to force him into staying. Despite being sent to the hospital in an ambulance, he didn't even bother to visit me. The second time we divorce, I humble myself by applying to be an assistant at his company, all for the chance to see him more. By the sixth time, I had already learned to quietly pack up my belongings and move out of his house. At first, I was hysterical, but then I began to concede, and eventually, that grew to numb acceptance. Yet, time and again, he would remarry me on our previously agreed-upon date, only for history to repeat itself. Finally, one day, after I hear that his first love is returning to the country again, I voluntarily hand him the divorce agreement. Just like before, he promises to remarry me again on a certain date. But he doesn't know that this time, I'll be leaving for good.